Coming-of-age ceremony for teenagers

My ignorant life changed drastically after I met A-Qiang last summer. I met A-Qiang at the hospital when I was about to have a circumcision. A-Qiang was my bedmate. He initially said he had burned a large area of skin while playing with fire and needed a skin graft. He had been in the hospital for several weeks when I was admitted, and he was still hospitalized after I was discharged. At first, I didn't know why I needed a circumcision. One night, my father suddenly came in and forcefully pulled off my pants and underwear, messed around with them, and then said I needed a circumcision. The next day, he took me to the clinic and asked the doctor to refer me to the hospital for the procedure. It wasn't until later, when A-Qiang told me about the various aspects of circumcision, that I understood why.
Because that night was so sudden and novel, I remember the situation very clearly (it was only about half a year ago). That night, as usual, I took a shower around 10 pm and then went to bed. I had just gone to bed and wasn't asleep yet when my father suddenly came in. Without a word, he forcefully ripped off my pants. At that time, I was still innocent and naive, not knowing what was happening, just a little scared, afraid that I had done something wrong without even realizing it and would be spanked. (Actually, he had never just spanked my bottom before; he had only once randomly hit me with a ruler.) Then, he forcefully ripped off my underwear, which had already slipped down a little, making a "thud! thud!" sound as the elastic band snapped. At that moment, I was too scared to make a sound. My father forcefully pulled on my penis, stretching it and the skin long. It hurt a lot, but I thought I was being punished, so I just gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, and dared not make a sound, only letting out extremely soft moans. My father continued to pull at my penis with his right hand, while his left hand pinched my testicles and played with them. The pain intensified, and I could no longer bear it. Finally, I cried out, "Dad, stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts! I know I was wrong!" My father shouted, "You stinking little thing! You can't even endure a little pain? I might as well castrate you and make you a woman!" I felt utterly humiliated, but thinking that I was a man, I had no choice but to continue enduring the pain. My father released my testicles with his left hand, reached inside my clothes, and touched my left nipple, pinching it for a while, then pinching my right nipple. The pain made me shed a few tears, but he didn't notice. His right hand sometimes pulled at my penis, sometimes pinched it, and I gradually felt my penis getting hard.
My father said, "Ah! You're finally reacting. Don't be a greenhorn anymore!" At that time, I didn't understand what he meant at all, and just remained silent, but the fear in my heart grew even greater. Dad continued to tease my penis and nipples. I felt a tingling sensation in my penis, testicles, and nipples. My penis became even harder, and my nipples and testicles contracted.
My penis stretched out and straightened, changing from its usual little finger shape to half a small sausage. I couldn't help but slightly raise my head to look at my hard penis. Oh! It was much longer and thicker than usual, and the skin was shorter, tightly wrapping around my larger and fatter penis head. Dad stopped kneading my nipples, gently cradling my hard penis with both hands, kissing it, and rubbing it with the stubble on his chin. My pain turned into a tingling sensation all over my body. Dad blew on my hard penis, making it even harder. Somehow, I went from feeling like he was punishing me to feeling that he loved and cherished me, but I was still a little scared. Dad said, "Silly boy, isn't it good now?" I didn't understand again, and just smiled. Then, he used his hand to pull back my foreskin, as if trying to pull out a fat penis head. The first time it didn't work, the second time he pulled it back too far, but that didn't work either; my foreskin felt like it was going to tear. He continued to pull it back, and I started to hurt again, but I felt that he was going to do something good for me, so I gritted my teeth and let him pull back my foreskin. I was in so much pain that I didn't know why, I only vaguely saw my father's mouth movements and facial expressions, which seemed to be very happy and very forceful. Suddenly, my father shouted "Pfft!" I didn't know if it was the penis head or the foreskin that felt like it was tearing. I looked down and saw that my foreskin had been pulled back, revealing a red, fat penis head that I had never seen before, the neck of which looked like it was tightly bound by a rubber band. There were some small white spots on the fat penis head. My father sniffed it with his nose, looked embarrassed, and said something like, "A stinky chicken produces stinky poop!" "Let you smell your own penis's stinky poop too!" he said, pinching my penis head with his hand, some white spots of stinky poop sticking to his fingers, and then sticking them into my nostrils.
I knew it smelled bad, so I turned my head away to show I didn't want to smell it. "
Let me clean your penis for you, and I'll also perform an operation on it while I'm at it." (Operation? I'm terrified! Turns out I misheard; it wasn't an operation, but rather "opening the peach.") Then he went to get a damp towel and two bottles of liquid, one was aftershave, and the other was honey.
Dad first used the damp towel to wipe my erect penis, wiping the glans with the most force, making my whole body go limp, yet I curled up again. My penis became even harder, straighter, and more erect, and the fat glans became even fatter and redder. My penis throbbed, and I felt a sensation I'd never felt before: was my penis struggling? My father's face lit up with delight. He first sprayed me with a hot, fragrant aftershave, then sniffed it. He then held it tightly, rubbing my penis against his slightly stubbled cheeks and chin. I involuntarily let out moans of pleasure, "Mmm!... Oh!..." My father smiled, wiped it with a damp towel, and then slowly applied honey with his hands, covering my entire penis, testicles, and surrounding area with honey. Some of it even dripped down my buttocks and out of my vagina, the sweet scent of honey wafting over, making my mouth water.
I didn't know how my father would deal with the honey, but I soon found out. He smeared it on my penis and testicles and then slowly sucked on it. He started by licking around the testicles, making sure all the honey was there, then licked the testicles, then from the tail to the head, finally stopping at the head and sucking wildly. I found my father's behavior incredibly strange. I felt completely weak and limp. His moist lips and rough, numb tongue made me feel—he truly cherished me!
From fear to pain, to weakness, to feeling cherished, the feeling was absolutely wonderful.
After my father slowly sucked the honey off my penis, it became incredibly hard. Somehow, I felt a surge of masculine pride again, which was truly exciting! As my father sucked on my penis, it kept throbbing. My father tried to pull off my clothes, but he couldn't get them off no matter how hard he tried, so I simply took them off myself. My father praised me with his eyes, calling me a "clever girl," and I felt even more smug.
My father reached under my back with both hands, lifting me slightly. One hand slid down to my nipple, kneading and squeezing it with the honey-like lubrication. Somehow, I felt that my father was loving me intensely, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the satisfaction he had never given me before.
Dad's fingers began to penetrate my vagina, then rotated left and right, pressing and squeezing. I felt a slight pain, but even more intense, inexplicable excitement. With the extreme throbbing of my penis and the intense pressure of my vagina, I let out rhythmic "Ah! Ah!" sounds of enjoyment, and Dad also let out deep breaths. My excitement reached an unprecedented level, and finally, my penis caused my whole body to make a few powerful reflexive movements. A strong electric shock traveled from the head of my penis to the tail, then to my brain, and then throughout my entire body. Afterward, my whole body went limp, and my penis slowly softened. Dad withdrew his fingers from my vagina, stopped sucking my penis, and let me lie down on the bed. He wiped my penis with a tissue, put my foreskin back over the glans, and covered my naked body with the blanket, letting me sleep. I felt the deepest, sweetest, and most tender care. Before leaving, Dad said, "You're going to middle school now, no longer a 'little bean'; you're a teenager, not a greenhorn anymore." "I'll take you to see the doctor tomorrow, and you'll be able to get your foreskin removed soon." The mention of "circumcision" made me a little panicked again. But I felt that I was no longer a "little kid"; I was a man, or at the very least, a young man. My father had already performed the coming-of-age ceremony for me. After my circumcision (at the time, I had no idea what circumcision meant), I would be a real young man.
I think that night, my father performed the coming-of-age ceremony for me, marking the beginning of my transition from "little kid" to adolescence. And Ah-Qiang, whom I met during the circumcision, became my close comrade-in-arms, guiding me from an ordinary boy into a "fierce young man."
[The End]

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